Dazai never thought such a day would come, but right now Fyodor lies on Dazai's bed, unconscious, undressed by Dazai and with two angel wings spread across the bed. The wings grow straight from Fyodor’s back, from the place where normal people have shoulder blades.

"He's my enemy... I should've left him to die."

Dazai wipes away the blood from Fyodor’s shot shoulder, thinking about how he even got involved in this and how many questions he will ask Fyodor when he comes to his senses.